The Search for the Golden Dice: Part Five

"Kidnapped!?" he spluttered. "When? Why? By
whom? Where is she? Is she all right?"

Dublin started to tremble. What if his actions
had somehow caused this? Was this more of Darkblood's work?

"We 'eard-"

"And where are my sister and father?" Dublin
interrupted, determined to get all of his questions out at once.

Aiibis took over.

"Yar sister be fine. An islander heard 'er cries
and went to yar house. She was lyin' on the doorstep. Yar mother was gone. Yar
father was away on business ('e 'as been since before yar left) and we don'
even think 'e knows."

"Methinks that it was that there scoundrel
Darkblood. He needs sommun with the royal blood in 'em to unlock the Dice chamber
of that tomb, doesn't 'e? 'E kidnapped her and is plannin' to take 'er to the
desert and get her to steal 'em. That means," he continued, ignoring the fact
that Dublin was desperately trying to interrupt, "that we've gotta get to the
tomb, and get those Dice first."

A stunned silence greeted his words. Brune broke
it.

"But mate, yar was there wit Darkblood; you
saw 'em quail at the prospect o' getting' past them guards. And even if yar
gets that far, those there same rules apply to yar, Aiibis. Yar need someone
wit the Blood too!"

Aiibis patted Dublin on the back.

"And we got some one. 'E's Sansae's son, 'ave
yar forgotten?"

"By Scarblade, yar right!" Brune exclaimed.

"All that remains ta be done now," Aiibis smiled,
"is ta find that tomb and beat 'em at their own game!"

The pirates cheered. Dublin's mind was reeling.
He had the power to get the Dice and save his mother. The feeling of hopelessness
that had surrounded him since the vow evaporated. He was finally on the right
track.

They set out once more, this time toward their
final destination. Before they left, the pirates had given Dublin a gift.

"Jus ta thank yar," Brune said gruffly. "Darkblood's
a snake and it's about time someone did 'em in!"

So saying, he pulled out a long, thin package,
wrapped clumsily in brown paper. Dublin tore off the packaging. His jaw dropped.

It was a maractite dagger. A real one, with
a glowing bluish green handle. Dublin swished it through the air. Heat seemed
to emanate from it, warming the air as it passed. Dublin looked at Brune with
wordless thanks in his eyes.

"Stole it meself!" announced Brune "That stuck
up shopkeeper didn' know what hit 'em." He smirked.

"Just do me one favor..."

Dublin waited, afraid that the pirate would
want a share of the Die or worse.

"...make sure to kill Darkblood with it."

A few hours later, after loading up with many
provisions, Dublin was standing in the bow of the Queen, musing over his fate.
I will kill Darkblood. The thought disturbed him, but at the same time
strengthened his resolve. To take his mind off things, he asked Aiibis, "Why
are you my godfather? I realize now that I don't even know your connection to
my family!"

Aiibis thought about this for a moment before
answering.

"I used ta be an ol' friend of yar Mum's. We
grew up together see. She a princess, and I the son of the Scroll Repositry
Keeper. She'd get lonely with no one to play wit (she was an only child) and
I'd get lonely for thar same reason (me father wanted me to become a Keeper
too so I spent many a day in that dusty place). And that was that!"

Dublin squinted at Aiibis, trying to imagine
him wearing the white robes of a Keeper.

"I suppose," Aiibis continued as he turned the
tiller from side to side, "that we really became friends when I rescued her
from quicksand. Constant problem in the Desert."

He paused, but resumed at the sight of Dublin's
eager face.

"We were on the way back from Coltzan's Shrine,
n' suddenly she stepped on a bad spot. Flailin' her arms and yellin' she was.
I ran and got a fallen palm frond. I pulled and she pushed and finally she got
out. Deathly afraid of wet sand after that, though."

Dublin remembered that his mother had never
liked being at the beach much in his childhood. Was this the reason? Suddenly,
a great wave of homesickness swept over him. He remembered all the things he
had enjoyed on the island: swimming, searching for seashells, climbing trees,
reading... And it occurred to him in a flash of realization that he might never
see his home again. Never see his sister, his mother, his father... What if
Darkblood proved a stronger swordsman? He shivered. He did not want to die.

Grateful for the excuse, Dublin went below, dutifully
inspected the perfectly secure cannons and tumbled into his hammock. He was
asleep within minutes.

The next day they passed under Faerieland. The
sun was out and they could see the light reflecting off the spires of the castle.
Dublin was perched on the mast, polishing the blade of his dagger with the hem
of his shirt and thinking. He was now bound to this venture. What had begun
as a quest for revenge had become a rescue mission. He was the only one who
could save his mother. As he gazed at the cruel steel blade of his dagger in
the sunlight, an idea formed in his mind. Why hadn't he thought of it before?

"Aiibis!" he called, gliding down to the deck.
"I know someone who can help us!"

That same afternoon, Dublin and Aiibis stood
at the gates of the palace.

"Yar sure about this, m'boy?" Aiibis asked nervously.

"Of course!" Dublin tried to look confident.
"It's our only chance."

"But, 'ow much power would a girl o' your age
'ave over them Protectors?"

"If anyone knows a way to get past them, Xan
does."

Aiibis shrugged doubtfully and allowed Dublin
to lead him up to the gates. Two large Grarrl guards blocked their way.

"We're here to see the princess," Dublin tried,
his voice quavering slightly.

One of the Grarrls snorted.

"And why would we let you do that?" he jeered.

Dublin drew himself up to his full height and
looked the guard straight in the eye.

"Is that anyway to speak to the King's grandson?"
he asked.

The guards' eyes widened in shock.

"We must apologize, Lord Dublin, we had no idea-"

"Next time," interrupted Dublin, "it would do
better to let me in."

Still mumbling apologies, the guards swung the
gates open and allowed them to pass.

Once they were out of earshot, Aiibis started
to laugh.

"Yar be just like yar mother." He chuckled.
Dublin felt rather flattered.

Through the palace doors they strode, into a
huge room with a very high ceiling. Everything was marble. Intricate carvings
laced the huge columns that held up the roof, and statues of gods rested in
niches along the walls. There were a lot of finely dressed people milling about.
No one recognized Dublin. Have I changed that much? he found himself
thinking. One servant, a desert Usul, approached them.

"Excuse me my lord," she said, dropping a curtsy,"I
was told that you wished to see Her Highness, Princess Xanxas-Zumatae?"

Dublin nodded.

"Follow me."

She led them out of the entrance hall and up
a wide marble staircase. As they strolled through large courtyards and halls,
it became apparent just how large Sakhmet Palace was. Dublin had never thoroughly
explored the entire thing, even in the hundreds of times he had visited his
mother's family here. He loved running about the halls with his cousins. His
father, however, Dublin remembered, had never liked visiting. It had been the
subject of many arguments.

Finally, about ten minutes later, the Usul stopped
in front of a large finely wrought door. She raised a large, heavy-looking knocker
and let it fall against the door with a bang.

There was the sound of rustling paper, and a
muffled voice called, "Come in!"

Their Usul guide opened the door and bowed them
in.

The princess's antechamber looked like a smaller
version of the entrance hall. Marble columns lined the walls. Sunlight streamed
through a window in the corner. A long couch piled high with overstuffed pillows
stood in the middle of the room. On it, sat a young desert Poogle with a guilty
expression on her face. It cleared at the sight of them, however.

"Dublin!" the princess cried, jumping up from
the couch.

"Hello, Xan!" Dublin said cheerfully, clapping
her on the shoulder. "We have a lot to catch up on."

"We sure do!" Xanxas said, as they all sat down
on the couch. "For instance-" her demeanor changed suddenly "-where have you
been?"

Dublin cringed at the venom in her voice.

"It's a very long story, I don't think-"

"Tell it!" she hissed.

Dublin looked to Aiibis, who nodded slightly,
and began to tell.

For half and hour he talked, trying to convey
the urgency of everything. He finished by saying, "I know it was wrong to leave
like that, but at the time it seemed the right thing to do. I hope you can forgive
me."

She glared at him.

"Because of your actions, your mother - my aunt
- has been kidnapped by a gang of bloodthirsty pirates who want her to violate
the rules of respect for the dead's wishes. Do you know the effect this has
had on grandpa? And my mother? They have been frantic ever since you disappeared.
And now this! Even if you don't care about how I feel, it was a mean thing to
worry them so. Do you realize that you have been gone nearly three weeks? Before
they kidnapped her, your mother was frantic. Your father is off looking for
you right now. That is why he was not there when your mother was taken. Did
you even consider..."

She continued in this vein for some time. Listening
to her, Dublin felt even worse. It was all true. All the things he had pushed
out of his mind were coming back to haunt him. Why had he not planned it all
better? He now realized that he had pretty much been going on whims and suspicions,
never thinking farther than killing Darkblood. Another of his fears was confirmed
too. He had been responsible for his mother's position. And his father's. Was
it true that his father was looking for him all over Neopia? What if he'd run
into the pirates too? Before he could consider the implications of that, Xanxas
grabbed his arm and snarled: "Are you even listening?"

Dublin turned to her.

"Look," he said wearily, "All of what you are
saying is true. I did not act in an honorable way. I deserve all of the criticism
that you can think up. But there is no time. I need to try and right all that
I have ruined. The key to that is defeating Darkblood, and for that I need your
help."

Xanxas's expression softened.

"I understand the pressure that you must be
under," she said. "And I too must admit to something."

Dublin was astonished. Xanxas never admitted
to being wrong.

"Part of the reason I am so angry is frustration.
I have been very jealous of you these past weeks. Sailing around Neopia with
a pirate, searching for lost legends. Remember when we were little? We would
pretend to be off climbing Terror Mountain, or bouncing around on the clouds
of Faerieland. You have done these things while I have been stuck here, making
do with crashing royal parties. I should not have let my emotions interfere.
If I can help you in any way, I will."

Dublin looked at her, knowing how hard that
had been for her to say. "Thank you," he said simply.

They all sat in silence for a moment. Then Aiibis
cleared his throat.

"Now that we've sorted out this," he said carefully,
"don' yar think we should best be startin' about getting' past them guards?"

Xanxas jumped. She had forgotten he was there.

"Of course," she said, all business. She reached
under one of the many pillows and pulled out a very crumpled map. Dublin now
realized that the rustling sound they had heard was her hiding it. He grinned.
That was so Xanxas.

"I have the perfect idea," she continued. "This
evening, my mother is having another party. Everyone is expected to attend,
even the Protectors. In their place, they will leave a small band of regular,
all-brawn-no-brain guards. I will say I am not feeling well and stay in my room.
No one knows that you are here yet except the servants, who can be bribed, so
you won't be missed. When everyone is downstairs at the party, we can use the
rope in my closet to climb out the window. The ally below leads directly out
of the city, straight to the desert where the tombs are. Naohr's is the last
on the right. It's also the biggest. There will be a lot of guards at the entrance.
We will be dressed as guards (I have some of their outfits in my closet too)
and say we are coming to relieve them. Since they are so dim-witted, it will
be easy to fool them. Once they are off at the party, it will be easy for us
to enter the tomb."

"That sounds great!" Dublin said with enthusiasm.
"Only one thing: you are coming?"